BACCARAT PIECE:  PETAL ANNEXATION
By Sean Spencer
seans13@hotmail.com


CATEGORY:  VRA


RATING:  NC-17 Slash


KEYWORDS:  Skinner/Mulder Slash


WARNING:  VERY Loving and Consensual sexual activity between members 
of the same sex.  But as always, no bad words.


SPOILERS:  None


DISCLAIMER:  Walter Skinner and Fox Mulder are the intellectual 
properties of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Television.  No 
infringement nor copyright is implied in their use in this work of 
fiction.


MSSS:  Yes


GOSSAMER:  Yes


ATXC: No


SUMMARY:  Missing scene from Baccarat Figurines.  Their first time.  


AUTHOR'S NOTE:  I want to make it absolutely clear that in the 
Baccarat universe, Skinner strictly uses his toothbrush for his 
teeth, not for bathroom tiles.  As I said, the third and fourth 
season doesn't happen here.  No Avatar (because he's already 
divorced), no bees.  Bathrooms are only for its facilities, and very 
occasional romps.


The feedback I got from Baccarat Figurines was all very encouraging!  
However, a common thread I noted in the e-mail was the feeling of 
hesitant disappointment that the above important issue was only dealt 
with in retrospect in Baccarat Figurines II and totally passed over 
in Baccarat Figurines I.  I thought some privacy of this special 
moment for the two characters was called for, but apparently, some of 
the folks want some detailed, step by step account. My, you are a 
rabid lot out there!  So while I'm suffering from writer's block for 
BFIV, I thought this was a nice exercise to get my head together for 
the further domestic misadventures of Mulder and Skinner.



This is for Marlana, for being so nice, even if she swallowed some 
disappointment about the critical missing scene.  She was the most 
vocal of those who asked about this.  It's also for Mangst, Kiyoko, 
Lezlie and Maija.  


For me, this is really an exercise to get the two talking to each 
other as suggested by Jackie and Nat.


It would be better if you plowed through Baccarat Figurines 
(especially the third chapter) so that you'd get into the swing of 
things.  You don't need to read Baccarat Figurines II to get what is 
going on here.



BACCARAT PIECE:  PETAL ANNEXATION
by Sean Spencer
seans13@hotmail.com


Special Agent Fox Mulder looked uncertainly at his boss and erstwhile 
new lover.  The AD was dressed in chinos and a madras shirt as he 
worked on his back yard.  It was a summer day, cooler than it had 
been yesterday.  Skinner had told him to turn on the sprinkler system 
in the small front yard.  The yard was really a low-maintenance thing 
since the cabin was occupied only on weekends.  It was just a small 
patch of grass at the front and the one out back was not really a 
lawn as of yet.  


When Mulder returned to the back where the AD was, he saw the faint 
but unmistakable outline of Skinner's muscles under the cotton shirt.  
The agent felt his face grow hot and fortunately, Skinner didn't see 
him.  


The last 36 hours had been a life-changing turn of events for the 
agent.  If seven months ago, a fortune teller told him he was going 
to have an all-out affair with his boss, his male boss, Mulder would 
have told that fortune teller to shove it where the light of day 
doesn't shine.  


But all his thoughts about himself had undergone a drastic change.  
Six months ago, Skinner had shoved his very lubricated fingers up him 
where the light of day didn't shine and Mulder had loved it, although 
back then, he'd tried to deny it.  Yesterday morning, when Mulder had 
willingly accompanied the AD to this cabin, apparently his boss' 
weekend retreat, Skinner had done it again and this time, Mulder was 
quite sure that he liked what happened.  It was called postillioning, 
he learned. Skinner had done it twice yesterday, when he woke up and 
then before they went to bed and cuddled. 


Then this morning, the AD had shown him what proper oral sex was like 
and Mulder felt as though his very heart stopped when he saw his 
boss' bald head between his legs.  He liked that, too.  



So did that mean he was now seriously gay and he didn't even know it?
But if he thought about it hard enough, what they had done could 
still be done with a woman.  But he couldn't visualize himself having 
sex with a woman at the moment.  All he could think of was what the 
sex with Skinner had been like.



Maybe he was gay, because just looking at the AD was making his face 
go all red and not from embarrassment, either.  Mulder shook his head 
and busied himself with some of the chores.  Why did he work on his 
yard in chinos and a short sleeved shirt, Mulder mused as he 
continued to look at Skinner.  He still couldn't figure out the older 
man, who seemed quite uptight at work and some aspects of his private 
life but seemed to be a very accomplished lover in bed.  As it was, 
Skinner hadn't even come this whole weekend, although Mulder had felt 
his rather large erection a few times yesterday and this morning.


Mulder vaguely knew that he himself had been in an almost constant 
state of arousal since he got here.  He'd never felt like this before 
and it was pleasant but disconcerting.  After denying his body's 
needs for years, this sudden windfall of coming more than once a day 
and not by his own hand, was like a dam released.


"Mul.Fox, can you hand me the trowel, it's at your feet," Skinner 
said.  Mulder snapped out of his daydream and gave it to the AD.  


"Did you know that there are fifteen varieties of those flowers?" 
Mulder blushed again when the words were out of his mouth.  It was so 
juvenile to show off what he knew, like a kid on a first date.  


Wait a minute, I am on a first date, Mulder thought.  


"Well, I didn't know," Skinner continued to stab at the earth to 
loosen it.  "I just grabbed a seed packet from the Safeway and 
followed directions.  I know nothing about plants.  But it makes the 
cabin look better."



"I don't really know anything about gardening," Mulder admitted.  
"It's just that a lot of useless facts and garbage are in my brain."



"So that's why the last report you turned in had strange off-topic 
tangents," Skinner said lightly.  He stood up and saw the brief 
flicker of hurt that was instantly erased from the agent's features.  
"Sorry, Fox, that wasn't fair.  I was just teasing. I'm sorry."


"That's okay," Mulder said mildly.  He was caught off-guard by 
Skinner's dig about his paperwork.  It didn't make matters any better 
that he'd slaved away at that report, precisely because he'd been 
planning to go to the AD a few days later and tell him exactly how he 
felt.  He slowly turned away and went back inside, uncertain of what 
to do. 


He saw the large entertainment system in the living room and fiddled 
around with it.  The agent remembered that there was a satellite dish 
on the roof of the cabin and tried out the channels.  He found a 
documentary about the Highland Games and watched it with the sound 
turned up quite loud.  What was the use of having a home theater 
without making use of the numerous speakers?


Mulder heard Skinner stomping into the kitchen a half hour later and 
heard him washing at the sink.  Presently, the television held images 
of brawny men in skirts lifting large rocks, mini boulders really, 
and throwing them into the air.  A primitive version of the shot put.  


Skinner went over from the kitchen with a beer in his hand.


"Want one?" the AD asked.  Mulder shook his head.  The agent shifted 
uncomfortably on the couch as Skinner sat beside him.


"Mulder.I mean, Fox," Skinner had to talk quite loudly above the din 
that Mulder had set the television.  The AD grabbed the remote and 
lowered the volume.  "I shouldn't have said that.about the report you 
turned in three days ago.  It was uncalled for.   I'm new at this.  
I'm still learning how to separate work from this place, especially 
with you here."


Mulder didn't really know what to say.  The AD never apologized to 
him before.  But the sincerity in Skinner's rough voice was 
unmistakable.  Would it always be like this, if your boss was also 
your lover?  Awkward moments when work reared its ugly head out here 
in the cabin?


"I want to know if it's okay now," Skinner moved closer and was 
starting to rub the agent's back.


Damn.  Mulder couldn't stop the shiver he felt go through him as he 
felt Skinner's warm apologetic strokes through his t-shirt.  He 
really was in a state of arousal.  He felt the beginnings of an 
erection between his legs.  The light shorts he was wearing didn't 
hide the fact from the AD.


"Apology accepted," Mulder said shakily. He could feel himself 
leaning against the hand on his back.


"Okay, then let me apologize," Skinner drew the agent's face towards 
him and kissed him lightly on the mouth.  At first, the kisses were 
just pecks that fell on the side of his mouth or on his cheek.  It 
was Mulder who first parted his lips and sought for more intense 
contact.  


The agent felt Skinner snake a hand under his back and put more of 
himself into the kiss.  Mulder moaned as he felt Skinner's invading 
tongue in his mouth.  He still was getting used to Skinner's intense 
well-focused kissing.  


Beer sure tasted better in somebody's mouth than when drinking it by 
yourself.  


Mulder pulled up Skinner's shirt from his trousers and wanted to feel 
the older man's bare skin against his hand.  He felt the AD's skin 
slightly damp from his exertion under the noonday sun.  Mulder turned 
his head and started kissing the Skinner's neck, noting the pleasant 
combination of aftershave and summer sweat.  


"Come on upstairs, Fox, let's do this properly."


Mulder dazedly followed his boss up to the second floor of the cabin.  
They continued kissing each other's mouths and faces and necks as 
they fell on the bed.  Pretty soon, Mulder felt Skinner pushing up 
his t-shirt and the agent helped by kicking off the shorts and boxers 
that Skinner pulled down. 


Although the agent was now nude on the bed,  his attempts to put the 
AD in a similar state were gently rebuffed by Skinner.  All Skinner 
would allow was Mulder's hand under his shirt.  


"No, sir.Walter," Mulder protested.  "I want to feel you."  He 
ineffectually plucked at the buttons of Skinner's shirt.


"No, Fox, I don't.don't know if I." Skinner paused as he bestowed 
another kiss.  ".can stop myself."


"I don't want to stop you for anything in the world, Walter," Mulder 
gasped and his back arched as Skinner's hand brushed his erection 
lightly at the tip. Mulder realized that it was true.  He suddenly 
wanted to have Skinner inside of him.  He'd never had this urge 
before in his life, this sudden overwhelming urge to have a man's 
penis inside him.  Not just any man's, of course, but Assistant 
Director Walter Skinner's.  All he wanted now was for Skinner to be 
as close to him as was physically possible.


"I.want you, Walter," Mulder repeated as he was lying back against 
the pillows.  Skinner's broad form was filling his field of vision 
from where he lay.  


"No, it's too soon!" Skinner finally groaned as he acknowledged his 
own overwhelming need.  Although he was truly aching by now for 
denying himself so many times since yesterday, he still had his 
doubts about what Mulder wanted from him.  "You're not ready yet, 
honey."


"Walter, I really want the whole thing now," Mulder said.  "I'm 
ready."


Skinner finally paused and stopped the roaming of his hands and 
mouth.  He saw Mulder's heaving chest, his dilated eyes and the flush 
of his cheeks and chest, the prominent erection brushing between 
them.  


"You sure?" Skinner asked uncertainly.  He didn't plan on going this 
fast at all. He had vague schemes for another time where they were 
supposed to do it on a Saturday night, the right music, lighting, the 
works.  As it was, the light filtering in the room was the afternoon 
sun, the bed was rumpled beyond belief from their morning exertions, 
the music was nonexistent, he needed a shower and they would have to 
go back to DC in a couple of hours.


"I'm sure," Mulder said with finality.  He more than liked what had 
happened to him so far in the cabin.  He just wanted to have Skinner 
in the fullest sense of the word.


Skinner sat up and looked down at Mulder, a hand caressing the 
younger man's face.  He removed his glasses with the other hand and 
put it on the bedside table.


"I want you to know that I don't want you to feel obligated in this, 
that you're thinking that I haven't come yet, that you feel you need 
to do this for me," Skinner had to set the ground rules for such an 
important step for them.  He knew he was being too controlling but in 
a situation like this, Mulder should know that he was in effect 
calling the shots.


"Frankly, I wasn't thinking of you, if you really want to know," 
Mulder nervously laughed.  Skinner's halting the proceedings abruptly 
had fazed him somewhat.  


"The moment I hear the word `no', I'm going to stop," the AD 
continued with a gentle hand on Mulder's chest.  "You understand?"


The agent nodded.  He relaxed at those reassuring words.  Just at 
that moment, he felt that he could trust Skinner with anything.  


"I told you that all my tests are negative, didn't I?" Skinner was 
sorry that he had to be so clinical about this, but he wasn't sure if 
he had protection in the cabin.  After all, their going here together 
last Friday night was a spur of the moment thing.  He just grabbed 
the KY from the medicine cabinet in his Virginia house, thinking it 
was for Mulder and not for both of them.  


"Yes, you told me at your house," Mulder couldn't help the note of 
annoyance creeping into his voice.  Skinner's characteristic caution 
can sure douse one's mood if you let it hard enough.  "I told you I 
was negative, too."


"You sure you want to get on with this?" Skinner repeated.


"YES, Walter!" Mulder impatiently cried out.  He wrestled with the AD 
and had the older man underneath him in short order.  Mulder heard 
Skinner chuckle between their kisses as he was now successfully 
unbuttoning Skinner's shirt.  This was the first time he was actually 
going to see the AD's body and he wanted to do so as quickly as 
possible.  Actually, this was the first time he was going to have a 
male body so close for his inspection.   One never had this close a 
view of a man even with all the naked bodies one saw at the locker 
rooms.  Not that he cared a whit of other men's bodies, only this 
particular man's.


Skinner's broad chest was a sight to behold and Mulder could tell 
that the AD probably worked out a lot.  Kissing someone's hairy chest 
was sure different from what he was used to.  He liked the new 
sensation under his tongue, combined with the salty taste of the AD's 
skin.  The feel of strong muscles, the bulk of it under his hand was 
another difference the younger man had to contend with.  Mulder's 
previous bravado was now drying up fast in face of the actual 
uncertainties of what to do.  He looked at Skinner's face, still 
smiling at him and tentatively licked Skinner's nipple.


"Oh, Fox, that's good," Skinner sighed encouragingly, lightly holding 
Mulder's head to his chest.  Meantime, Mulder was hiding his 
bewilderment, hopefully with some aplomb.  Just how do you suck 
something so flat?  He hid his inexpertise by continuing to kiss and 
lick Skinner's nipple.    


The unmistakable bulge in Skinner's chinos was renewing Mulder's 
curiosity.  He trailed his kisses down to Skinner's flat stomach, 
noting that there was a faint scar down the middle.  



"Vietnam, remember?" Skinner gasped, seeing Mulder's questioning 
face.  Mulder fumbled with Skinner's belt and he unbuttoned and 
unzipped the AD.  Skinner's briefs and pants were discarded and 
tossed aside.  


"You still sure?" Skinner said, showing his body to the younger man 
for the first time.  He had pushed away Mulder's inquisitive hand, 
because he was afraid that he might explode any minute.  


Mulder gulped in apprehension.  Skinner was bigger, all right, bigger 
than he was.  Like all males with an ounce of self respect, except 
for porn stars, Mulder thought he was as big as the next man. 
Apparently not.   The hair that was scattered on Skinner's chest and 
trailed down his abdomen had flared at the pubis.  The AD's member 
was erect, very erect.  The large thighs seemed very strong indeed 
and the calves were something else.  


"Yes, I'm sure," Mulder licked his lips.  


Man, he doesn't even know he does that, Skinner thought, mesmerized 
by the gleam on Mulder's full lower lip.  The younger man's 
uncertainty now meant he should take over.  


Skinner took Mulder in his arms again and this time, rolled them so 
that he was now back on top.  Mulder gasped at the strange but not 
unpleasant sensation of their genitals touching each other's.  He got 
lost again in Skinner's kisses, as the older man released all his 
pent up desire that had been raging since the start of this fateful 
weekend.  


Mulder could vaguely tell in his hazy mind that Skinner was going all 
out this time; that what Skinner had shown him yesterday and this 
morning was nothing compared to what he was doing now.  The suckling 
of his own nipples was new and the gasps he emitted were from the 
strange threads of sensation that seemed to trail like fire straight 
to his groin.  


So that's how you suck on them, Mulder thought as he writhed under 
Skinner's expert mouth.  The kissing of his neck and chest likewise 
had more pressure behind it and he wriggled as Skinner's hand strayed 
into his armpits and was rubbing there quite insistently.  


"Uhm, that tickles," Mulder squirmed again as Skinner unbelievably 
buried his nose under his arms.  No one had ever sniffed him there 
either.  It was as though the AD was devouring him and Mulder found 
he liked it very much.  Skinner's hand was running back and forth 
over his left hip.  Mulder moved a bit so that the older man's hand 
would occasionally brush his erection.  


"Fox, we don't want this to be over before it has to," Skinner 
murmured as he brushed away Mulder's hand again from his own aching 
erection. Instead, Mulder caressed the older man's biceps. 


The AD's broad torso, filling up his whole field of vision, hovering 
over him and providing the most amazing sensations was too good to be 
true.  Mulder's back arched off the bed as Skinner finally enclosed 
his member into his own hand.  This time, Skinner had slicked up his 
hand with KY and the wetness and slipperiness of Skinner's digits 
almost brought him over the edge.


"Ssshh." Skinner soothed and he had to stop.  Mulder was getting too 
excited.  "Take a deep breath, Fox."


Mulder paused and followed.  Skinner went back to plain open mouthed 
kisses and that slowed down the agent somewhat.  When he had the 
agent slack under him again with desire, the AD knew it was time to 
start.


Skinner gathered the scattered pillows at various points on the big 
bed.


"Fox, raise your hips," Skinner instructed.  Mulder's eyes opened and 
he looked at the AD with some bewilderment.  


"Should-should I turn over?" Mulder asked tentatively.


"No, we're doing this in a better way," Skinner forced himself to 
stop from laughing.  It was obvious that Mulder wasn't as well versed 
in male to male lovemaking as he thought.  This was truly a special 
day for both of them.  "I want to see your face."


Mulder dubiously did as instructed.  The feeling of apprehension was 
now combined with feeling awkward and ridiculous with his hips like 
this.  He didn't know how to position his legs.  But the awkwardness 
vanished when Skinner pushed back his ankles.


"It's important you have to be comfortable," the AD said, "especially 
your legs, baby."


"It's comfortable," Mulder nodded.  He liked it that Skinner used 
those terms of endearment so liberally with him.  He gasped anew when 
Skinner's finger descended to his anus.  Now he understood why he was 
on pillows.  His backside and genitals were completely exposed with 
his legs apart like this and his hips elevated.  He gasped again and 
moved his hips when Skinner's other hand was now on his erection 
again.  


He pushed down as the older man added a second finger.  At least, 
that was something he knew how to do.  The AD's magic fingers were 
heating him up again.  Mulder's groans filled the room.  



The agent opened his eyes and saw that Skinner was now applying the 
KY on his own erection.  Skinner smiled reassuringly at him again.
When he felt Skinner's pleasantly heavy frame settle over his body 
and just between his legs, Mulder gasped involuntarily.  The older 
man's erection was just near, so near where it should go.


The agent stiffened.


"Do you want to stop now?" Skinner asked again.  He had to make sure 
that Mulder was all right with this every step of the way.  Just now, 
he wasn't so sure.


"It's okay," Mulder whispered, licking his lips again.  He arched his 
back again when he felt Skinner's slick thumb gently working on the 
sensitive vein under his penis.  "I don't want to stop now, Walter."


Skinner rose up again and Mulder closed his eyes in ecstasy as he 
felt the fingers up his anus again.  Then a few more movements from 
Skinner as he poised his hips at the proper angle for penetration.  


"Fox, don't grit your teeth, honey," Skinner said, although he was 
doing the exact same thing right now so that he wouldn't just plunge 
inside.  "Take a deep breath through your mouth and release it."


Mulder's eyes snapped open and he arched again when he felt Skinner's 
well lubricated heat enter him.  


"You sure, Fox? Want me to pull out?"  Skinner just had his glans 
inside.  It felt incredible, made more incredible by the fact that he 
was the first one in this tight virgin space. The AD was beginning to 
breathe as heavily as the agent.  But the younger man was trembling 
helplessly underneath him. 


But the anxiety that Mulder was trying to hide and the pain was now 
quite plain on his face.  The agent's body was stiff as a board and 
Skinner could feel the long legs at his sides quivering like the 
muscles of a race horse.  


"Do you want me to get out, Fox?" Skinner asked again, hoping 
somewhat selfishly that Mulder felt otherwise.


Finally, Mulder shook his head quite vehemently.  


"I just.need to get.used to you," Mulder shuddered again, his eyes 
tightly shut.  Skinner was gratified as the agent relaxed again when 
the older man stroked the erection between them.  It was awkward to 
supply kisses to the younger man at this angle, although he needed 
calming kisses just now.  


"Walter."


"You ready?" Skinner asked gently.  The agent nodded.


There were more of the gritted teeth and moans as Mulder was opened 
to Skinner inch by inch.  Once Skinner was plunged fully inside, he 
stopped again.


"I'm sorry, honey," Skinner apologized.  He could now reach Mulder's 
face with his mouth and showered reassuring kisses on the agent.


Mulder tried to squirm but the heavy weight of the AD, plus the thick 
pain/pleasure sensation in his backside made it impossible.  However, 
being in Skinner's arms and the heated tongue in his mouth was 
banishing much of the previous pain.  


Because of Mulder's legs with his feet still on the bed, Skinner 
couldn't go as deep as he preferred but for now, especially this 
first time, it should be enough for the younger man.  


"Aaaaah." Mulder was caught by surprise at Skinner's slow partial 
withdrawal.  He never felt anything so pleasurable in his life.  
Skinner was gratified to hear the change in tone of Mulder's moan.  


"It's even better if you.try to.push me out every.time I thrust away, 
honey," Skinner murmured.  God, Fox was so tight.  "You got that, 
don't push when I push back into you."


Skinner relished the transformation of the agent's face.  Mulder's 
eyes were closed as his open mouth emitted small whimpers as he tried 
to follow Skinner's whispered expert instructions.  The AD still had 
his hand between them and was continuing to stimulate the agent's 
member.  Anterior and posterior areas of stimulation were starting to 
blend into one amazing mind-blowing sensation.  Each second had to be 
complete pleasure for the agent if Skinner was going to want to do 
this again in the future.    


The previous painful tremblings of the younger man were now 
shudderings as delight was transforming his body.  As Skinner's slow 
thrusting became rhythmic, Mulder found his hips even lifting off the 
pillow to meet each and every penetration.


"You okay, honey?" Skinner gasped, although it was quite evident that 
everything was indeed very much okay now.  Mulder couldn't even nod.  
His world was presently reduced to Skinner's penis which was filling 
him up, Skinner's sweaty intoxicating smell in arousal, Skinner's low 
grunts at each thrust.  When he opened his eyes, Mulder could see 
that Skinner's true face was finally revealed to him.  


The AD's face was finally distorted in a grimace of pleasure; the 
controlling AD mask was gone.  His nostrils were flaring, his eyes 
completely shut, his lips parted, beads of sweat standing on his 
forehead and bald head.  Mulder realized that Skinner was like this 
because they were together in the truest sense of the word and the 
younger man's delight in his body's sensations was quadrupled with 
the evident delight Skinner was getting out of this.


Mulder felt his hands straying to Skinner's broad shoulders as he 
wanted to ride and float away on the rhythm their bodies were 
dancing.  


"Walter.!" Mulder gasped and moaned when he felt his orgasm looming.  
His hips snapped off the now sweaty pillows as he shook and shook at 
the force of his body's release.  His hands clutched Skinner's 
shoulders tightly to him.  Skinner started when he heard Mulder 
actually scream.


"Oh, baby," Skinner breathed as he felt the sudden telltale wetness 
between them.  He stopped his own hips' thrusting as he held Mulder 
through his shuddering.  Then Skinner couldn't hold out anymore and 
his own thrusts became erratic in response.  "Fox!"


Mulder shuddered again with finality when he felt Skinner's member 
seemingly release a warm, no hot, wetness within him.  They then 
collapsed into each other's arms.

...........


The aftermath of what they had done was finally sinking into Mulder.  
As he went to the bathroom and later took a shower, his backside was 
beginning to more than ache.  He went back into the bedroom to get 
his clothes from his bag and Skinner didn't miss the younger man's 
grimace when he put on a crisp pair of boxers.


The bed was now stripped of its sheets.  Earlier, Skinner was 
surprised and dismayed at the faint streaks of blood that had 
appeared on the sheets once they had pulled apart.  


"You okay?" Skinner asked again.  He just came in from downstairs 
where he just finished cleaning.  They were supposed to leave within 
a few minutes, to go back to DC.


"Yeah, I told you I'm okay," Mulder said.  It was funny how the AD 
kept asking how he was.  But it did give him a nice warm feeling 
inside.  Mulder got dressed and smiled at the older man, the first 
genuine happy smile Skinner ever saw on his face.  


Skinner felt his heart leap as he realized that he'd fallen in love.



END OF BACCARAT PIECE:  PETAL ANNEXATION


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